After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Listening to more and more account books piling up and clattering on the ground around her, the old Confucian cultivator walked around in a hurry, commenting on her non-stop among each other.

Jiang Sue was born out of courage.

She put the pen in her hand casually aside, rested her face on her hands, and smiled.

"Dear teachers and parents, have you ever heard a historical story?"

The noisy walking sounds around suddenly stopped, and hundreds of mouths spoke at the same time: "What story."

The second floor of the black tower echoed with their layered voices, like waves hitting Jiang Su's ears.

She resisted the urge to pierce her eardrums, rubbed her auricles, and rubbed her lips harshly.

"Of course...burning books and trapping scholars."

The next moment, the girl made a hand gesture with her fingertips, and five lights leaped around her palm.

"boom--"

The twelve fires corresponded to five lights, attacking the books everywhere at the same time.

Fire rose from the ground, and instantly the entire second floor of the black tower was like a colorful purgatory.Among them, "Red Fire" was particularly excited, with bits and pieces of paper flying all over the sky.

The powder of Brahma ended up falling in the heat wave with colorful sparks.

All the Confucianism cultivators were stunned.

There is a difference between the past and present world in the world of cultivation. How could there be Qin Shihuang?There will be Confucian cultivators who appear, just because someone has realized similar thoughts as in another world, and takes the name of Confucianism.

To put it bluntly, this Confucianism cultivator is no better than a Confucianism cultivator.

These old men blinked at the colors in the sky.The black and white inkblots gradually look monotonous and boring.

"This...she burned the book?"

"Our ledger...is gone?"

"It should be...it doesn't make sense, but how can I feel...the scenery in this tower is like the night sky of the Li Dynasty?"

"At that time... we pretended to be mortals, gained fame and entered the court, and were appreciated by the new emperor. We held the Immortal Sun beside the new emperor, and embraced the world's fireworks..."

"This, this, this... I am a naughty child, how can I burn books... My child, you..."

For a moment, all the old Confucian cultivators looked at the wonderful scenery in the sky with mixed feelings in their hearts.

The Confucianism cultivator was originally one person, but because of the grievances and knots in his heart, he turned into a hundred people. The next moment, the hundreds of people disappeared in the interplay of light and shadow, leaving behind a rather lonely old man.

The old man's eyes were always looking at the "Fire Trees and Silver Flowers" in the sky, his mouth was pursed into a straight line, and there were tears shining in his eyes.Sometimes it is illuminated by fire, reflecting this wonderful scene.

The girl in colorful clothes noticed that the atmosphere around her was slightly relaxed. It was different from the usual stuffy breathing there, and she guessed that she might have removed her clone.

She couldn't help but hold her blind stick tightly in her hand, ready to "draw the knife" at any time.

The old man's eyes gradually moved towards Jiang Su and he walked slowly to her side.

"You... do you know that now that you have burned these account books, firstly, I cannot use this to test you, and secondly, you have lost an opportunity to learn from me."

The old man's voice is particularly mature and steady, and it is not difficult to hear his gentleness and reasonableness in his tone, which is the temperament of a scholar.

Jiang Su didn't take it seriously, like a stubborn and rebellious boy. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said: "What do you test me for? Isn't this your own knot?"

The old Confucian monk was startled for a moment, then his expression became soothing and he said amiably: "Smart, smart! I like smart kids like you! Come on, girl, I will tell you a way to understand the true meaning of arithmetic in an instant. "

"In the future, you will have countless medical clinics and tens of millions of account books. You will know everything clearly and clearly."

As the old man spoke, he shook his head and squinted his eyes slightly. The more he looked at Jiang Su, the more satisfied he became.

When the girl heard his words, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

"You're overthinking. I won't have countless medical clinics. It's harder to make money in a medical clinic than in a pharmacy, and I only have one."

"Instead of thinking about this, why not just give me a way and let me go to the third floor."

Jiang Su was thinking about going out.

If it is true as Liu Buyin said, there are many people outside saving him, then there must be a way to defeat this friend and chop down the ninth floor. It is just a matter of time. Maybe the young senior sister...

Wang Jia is also waiting for him outside...

If he hadn't reached the ninth floor by then... "Trouble." The girl cursed lightly.

The old Confucian cultivator smiled, grabbed her hand while she was not paying attention, and pulled her to his side with a thousand pounds of force.

The next moment, the palm of his hand slapped the girl's head hard.

"Snapped--"

It's like the sound of a melon being slapped.

"what?!"

Jiang Su touched the blood that was slowly dripping from his forehead, and the fishy smell filled his nose.

next moment……

The old Confucian scholar opened her skull and dug his fingertips into her brain.

Faint golden runes fell from his fingertips onto Jiang Su's head.

But Jiang Su was now so shocked that he couldn't move due to the pain of opening his Tianling Cap, and his limbs felt like they were filled with lead.

"Humph, at such a young age, you can't do anything if you don't learn. I'll personally send you Laochan's lifelong technique to the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness. You have to learn it even if you want to! You have to learn it even if you don't!"

The old Confucian scholar covered Jiang Su's skull again, picked up the girl's collar, and dragged her on the ground toward a corner on the second floor.

The stairs suddenly took on a real form.

He opened the confinement on the second and third floors, threw Jiang Su up, turned around and walked back to the square table where he had forced her to read the account book.

He said to himself: "Old man, I now have an apprentice."

……

In the black demonic air floating next to Jiang Su, a few black lines disappeared silently into it.

She didn't know the comparison.

Jiang Su felt a splitting headache, as if knowledge was forcibly breaking through her brain to make her remember it.

She lay on the ground, covering her head with a painful expression, and almost every part of her body was shaking.

"What... Is this the monster imprisoned in the Black Tower? It has nothing to do with whether I learn or not. It's too strange..."

With a hoarse voice, she sighed calmly and softly: "It turns out that the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness is like this..."

"Has Fang Zhe always suffered like this?"

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Outside the Black Tower.

The red-clothed monk slashed at the crack on the ninth floor with his killing blow again. Countless Arhats turned into Dharma forms and stepped forward to resist his knife with their bodies.

Set off bursts of buzzing——

Taking this opportunity, Wang Jia was light and flexible, holding a white sword and directly stepped on their dharma images to climb up to the ninth floor of the black tower.

Without hesitation, he directly inserted the sword into the crack, and used his body to drive the sword, twisting and scratching the vertical crack, until it broke into a round mouth.

The black tower vibrated violently at the right time, emitting a whine like a cuckoo.

"what--"

The next second, a white mist suddenly ran out from the gap under the sword, jumped over everyone, and flew into the sky.

Originally, the atmosphere of Zhenmo Temple was bright and sunny, the sounds of fighting with swords, guns, swords and halberds were crisp and clear, and the crowd was excited to watch.

Now a heavy fog suddenly filled the air, everything became blurry, and everyone was talking a lot.

"What is this? Why can't I see anything? Is this fog?!!"

"Is this a fighting technique or a talisman formation? How come it blocks the sky and the sun? Is it done by the monks or these rescuers?!"

"It's strange, why can't I dispel this fog!!!"